Sienna's POV

He lingers near the Korean BBQ truck, only about fifty yards away, engrossed in a phone call. His gestures are animated, his other hand gripping the device tightly. He hasn’t noticed us yet, and I’m rooted to the spot, struck by his presence.

“Sienna?” Damien’s voice pulls me back to reality. “What’s going on? You alright?”

The tension in my throat makes my answer come out unconvincing. “Actually, I just remembered—Lyra ...